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Thinking every word..

The fingers dance to a familiar touch,
the eyes dart to a known place,
while the breath holds itself.
The hands move rythemically,
and the eyes know where they belong,
while the breath does not disturb.
The palms bow to comply,
the lids flutter in harmony,
while the mind searches.
The hands rest then,
while the lids withdraw,
and the mind goes on its voyage.
Creating a universe of its on,
painting with vivid hues,
with a single thought alone.
The hands are then summoned,
and the fingers called to work,
and the eye-lids rise and fall,
for my mind wont rest,
until the final contest!